the year in deadly sins

1. Gluttony
November: That night I threw away the red velvet cake I'd baked...and ate an entire bowl of cream cheese frosting in one sitting.

2. Lust

January-December: All those long, lost, wasted hours of sifting through porn .

3. Greed
October: Spending my monthly salary on a trip to San Francisco (to see Peenee and the Golden gate). Worth every penny.

4. Pride

May, August, December: Former students constantly visiting me: two now with phds (!), four who are now coworkers, and well, hell, even the pregnant ones too.

5. Sloth

August: That migraine I got from spending 30 hours in bed, online. (refer to number 2)

6. Wrath

September: When the first new car I'd ever owned was destroyed by a driver under the influence.

(grrrr)

7. Envy

December: Seeing three count 'em three cute gay couples blissfully shopping in Target last week. (ahem)

and you?

the new orleans sartorialist sans camera

Seen this morning on the streetcar :
50ish year old woman in rumpled dirty red baseball jacket, ratted up hair,
no makeup, yellow taffeta ballgown, white tulle underskirt, gold sequins.
Black crocs, white tube socks.

thought for the day

thought for the day

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in mourning

rest in peace, lady t.

thought for the day

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Miracle on 22nd St.

Sweet.

via ricola

thought for the day

thought for the day

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Inner Santa

So, well, I think I'm kind of nursing a bit of a holiday funk. It's probably just a spell of loneliness.
Who knows.
Sometimes I start thinking about how nice it'd be to get a xmas gift....or a kwanza gift...or a birthday gift...or a bat mitzvah gift...or some kind of gift someday, one day, you know,
from a boy.

Anyway, I figure since I am a boy, I can buy myself my own damned gifts, right?
So that's what I do.
Let's see what my inner boyfriend put in my Xmas stocking this year, shall we?

1. A "Fine Belgian Chocolate" Scrabble game (!) I saw it at Target and
had to buy it. I'll probably play a game by myself, and then eat the
consonants first. Finally, something useful to do with those extra x's.



2. Holy Ghost!'s new cd, which has only six tracks on it, two of them remixes, and three of which I already have. Still, I got it used and cheap.

3. a new cheap little digital camera to replace the one I destroyed by slamming a taxi door on it. Maybe I'll even work up the energy to read the manual.

4. A phrenology head, which honestly, I'd intended to give as a gift,
but may just keep myself. Is there a section on the head that signifies
wanting-to-keep-gifts-for-yourself, I wonder?

Anyway, all nice and all, but, if my inner boyfriend doesn't step it up, I'm going to have to break up with his broke ass.

That's all I'm saying.